I cannot make you love me. I cannot make you see the light. I realize that now. I've been so desperate to cling on to my family, that I've convinced myself to rug sweep your huge betrayal, lack of respect for me not only as a wife, a friend, a mother, but as just a human being deserving respect.
I've been willing to work through the craziest and worst pain I've ever experienced. And I don't just mean a bit of depression because my family is in turmoil. I'm talking severe heartache because I lost my best friend. The person who I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. The person who I grew up with. The person I created a family with. The person that I stood up for, in front of all friends and family; and promised to love and honor for the rest of my life. And I'm talking about stomach pains, at the mere thought of the lies, deceit, acts you guys carried out right under my nose, while I was loving my family with everything I had (albeit trying to get through a rough patch.) I'm talking about never ending tears all the time. I'm talking about loss like you can't imagine, even tho you think it's the same. I'm talking about so many sleepless nights when I wake up in cold sweats and pains, heart racing. Because I dreamt what is not only a nightmare but actually my reality.
I'm talking about the severe anxiety I now have because I have no idea what my future looks like now, after thinking I knew and loving what I saw for so long. Now I know it was all a facade.
The only way to describe this pain is to imagine a hand covered in jagged glass reaching into your chest and ripping your heart out. And then realizing it was the one you loved most who just did it. That is my reality. You had no cares in the world. You actually were having a great time pulling all this off. Creating dozens and dozens of memories of all of us together while you to got the last laugh. Thinking you were so above us as partners that you just owed it to yourselves to follow what ever instincts you had at everyone else's expense. Pure selfishness. Pure disrespect. Both of you.
So here I find myself. Trying to give everything I have to see where I made wrong turns, got complacent, wasn't the ideal partner. I am not even the tiniest bit responsible for your affair. But I was 50% responsible for our marriage, and for that I have regrets. But I want to repeat, that I am not responsible whatsoever for your decision to have an affair. You had many, many more options than that.
And now, after all the destruction, I had come to the realization that I was willing to try and understand. Make room for forgiveness, and hopefully build a better, stronger, more united family. Despite the fact not a single person I know could even stomach the idea after what had been done. But I was willing, not because I'm weak. Because I'm strong and I know life is not black and white. And I believe good people can do shitty things. But even after all this, you are so complacent. So ambivalent. You don't care. About any of it. All you can focus on are these tiny viewpoints and not the bigger picture. You're lazy and scared. Lazy because you don't want to do the work and make the effort it would take to love me in the way that I deserve. Scared because if you did, and it made you happy, you'd feel like a piece of shit for the whole entire thing. And I'm sure you're scared to let me down, but that loops back to the lazy part. If you actually wanted to be a good partner you could and would. And I'm realizing you just don't. You have zero motivation to be a partner of substance for me. It's a tough pill to swallow. But I'm trying.
There's a saying "how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time". That's what I'm doing,
Processing this whole fucked up situation one step at a time, and admittedly I make some mistakes along the way. I know I haven't handled this world of hurt up to your standards, but even the idea of that is pretty ridiculous. Considering this whole thing seemed like a giant game to you guys. Standing in the threshold of the doors in our shared vacation rental hysterically laughing back & forth. I now know you two were laughing at the idea that you guys were fucking yet going to bed with your respective husband/ wife. Then there was the time (at our other shared vacation rental) you grabbed on her when I was washing dishes but I could see in the reflection of the dark window, and you were just a foot or two away. I actually thought I was crazy and imagining that that happened. This whole thing was a giant game for you two up until you got caught. And that has been more painful than you'll ever know. Maybe the hardest part is knowing that you are completely unmotivated to help me heal, love me until you actually start to feel it again, try to keep your dick in your pants until you know what's what. But you've done exactly what you've wanted to do. Chase her a bit more until your bored, then tell me we're not on the right trajectory. Fuck your trajectory. You have created this entire trajectory headed straight for the ground. I've been doing nothing but trying to save us. And maybe that's my problem. Maybe that's why you are so apathetic or ambivalent. Because you have too many options. You take me for granted. And worse, you don't see my value as a partner in life. A lover. A fighter. Loyal to a fault. And always willing to work on myself while trying to see the bigger picture.
I'm taking this option off the table. And with that means that I'm really done.
Go get Kate. She's a real fucking winner and I think she's actually your perfect match.